Riddled by the trappings of words that makes the edges blur
Here on the outskirts of sincerity and pride
Stretched as far as words can reach by the lure of higher meaning
There's something out there lost behind the power lines

It's all the same to me
Lost all faith in promises and deadlines closing in
Tired of deciphering the wayward strands of truth
I don't care cause I can't feel
I don't know anymore

Sure we've had a good run with vowels, nouns and letters
But within it's very nature the ability to distort
There's nothing in the words I hear that makes me want to take a stand
It has gone on far too long I chose to disengage
The ends of our conditioniong to swallow, take and like it
Rather keep me in the dark than look me in the eye

It's all these same things pulling us down
To senses gone I cheer
It's all these same things making us blind
There's nothing here for me

Hear it coming heading for you now
I can't even stand the tone of arrogance and denial on display
Here you are listless, left for deaf
Thinking about what standards we set in times of weary tongues
And ears that hear no end to it
Unwilling of unable the difference left for times judgement
It passes on from wicked mouths as victim takes on another role
New bold oppressor our teacher's product now stands tall

Writer : Stanne, Mikael Bengt / Brandstrom, Martin / Niklasson, Mikael / Jivarp, Anders / Sundin, Niklas Bo / Henriksson, Martin
Copyright : Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.